Tainted Future

It is the future, a future that could be avoid. What caused it only scholars care, This is the story of Dan, His past is of no matter all that matters is his future as a Far Walker.
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It was the fort, its ancient plastered walls were of a
lost art style, the oldest of settlers had put them up, and with
every swirl in the plaster he could see the black ink etchings of
myths. Always was there a central character, humans were colored
black, the gods were a dull white of carved plaster, Battles and
stories were shown all equal in presentation. Names he heard
every day and fame he saw in his dreams. To become a legend every
soldier's dream. Yet now was a dream and reality, a horror of war
and personal.

The hallway was dark, the only light source was from the
opened door behind him, he did not open it, It was the Phantom
that had. Before him down the darkened hallway was the objective
a black door, blackened by the dark unlit shadows.

Raising a hand to his head he gripped the pistol in his
other hand tighter. He could not feel the iron handle anymore,
the feel and shape of it as familiar as his skin; years of
training told him to raise the simple pistol level with his ears.
His already slanted eyes squinted into the darkness every detail
of the dim hallway began to be absorbed and processed, His mind
was weary. A scream echoed down the hallway and he took his
first step. 'Walker' a faint voice muttered from the shadows.

This was a hallway he has seen for half his life,
constantly reliving a single mistake. He used to cry, unable to
move forward only looking down the dark hallway. He used to dread
sleep, for with the closure of the day came the unfinished
business of the night. His eyes were dry and tired. It was not
his only mistake only his worst.

He took a single step, with it a thud shaking the dark
world and making the man's grip tighter. He took another, then
another, the world darkening around him with every step he took.
The world trembling more and more with every step he took. Soon
as the light began to disappear entirely around him the plaster
had begun to crack and peel. It aged rapidly around him and
cracks darkness enveloped the man, it started to strangle him,
the pure black overwhelming.

'Far Walker,' Simple words echoed to him from behind. He
turned the door still open, beckoning him to draw near and leave,
No he murmured. The door suddenly approached with rapid velocity.
The cracks all the more visible now, the light almost as
overwhelming as the darkness before it, his eyes could no longer
look at the bright intensity. The world dissolved around him,
overtaken by the elegant yet destructive light.

"Not yet," he whispered in a hushed voice as his eyes
opened again, a Young cadet and a window behind him, it was dawn
as he awoke.